The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The lock on the chest was iron, cold and unyielding under the torchlight that guttered against the damp stone walls. Sir Kaelen, his left arm blackening from the elbow down in a pattern of spreading ash, stood before the quartermaster with a stillness that was more terrifying than any shout. He did not ask for the sword; he demanded it, his voice a low rasp that cut through the silence of the...

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